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Kemarin, tepat 12 tahun wafatnya sastrawan termasyhur Karol Wojtyła (mendiang Sri Paus Yohanes Paulus II, kini bergelar Santo) dari Polandia. Untuk mengenang beliau, saya membagikan---di blog ini dan Facebook---puisi dwibahasa yang saya tulis di Jakarta, beberapa tahun silam, ketika beliau masih hidup. Salam sastra!
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PUJANGGA WADOWICE
Oleh: Yohanes Manhitu
Namanya Karol Jozef.
Usianya lewat sewindu.
Asalnya dari negeri Polska.
Alamatnya Bukit Vatikan.
Jabatannya "servus servorum".
Ia tulis syair-syair bertuah.
Kemarin sore, ia kulihat,
di layar kaca tanpa iklan.
Kemarin, ia pecah roti tipis
dan tuang anggur Sang Domba.
Sejuta insan rindukan suaranya.
Tak sedikit yang cibir ke arahnya.
Semoga benci berbalik cinta.
Suaranya bisa selembut sutra,
namun bisa pula sekeras baja.
Kakinya tapak lima benua.
Bibirnya ucap berganda tutur.
Takhta rasul tetap ia pelihara.
Salib Almasih ia panggul.
Pujangga Wadowice itu
obor batin dari kota abadi,
nahkoda bukit pusara suci,
wakil nyata Sang Guru Agung.
Roh Kudus menaunginya;
doaku menyertainya selalu.
Jatiwaringin-Jakarta Timur
21 April 2003
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POET OF WADOWICE
By: Yohanes Manhitu
His name is Karol Jozef.
He is more than eighty years old.
Polska is his native land.
The Vatican Hill is where he resides.
'Servus servorum' is his office.
He writes verses of honor.
Yesterday afternoon, I saw him,
on the screen without advertisement.
Yesterday, he broke the thin bread
and poured the wine of the Lamb of God.
A million men are longing for his voice.
Many turn up their noses at him.
May hatred turn into love.
His voice can be as soft as silk,
but can also be as hard as steel.
He has trod many continents.
His lips say in many tongues.
The see of the apostles he keeps,
The cross of Christ he carries.
The poet of Wadowice
is a torch of heart from the eternal city,
captain of the hill of holy sepulcher,
visible vicar of the Great Master.
The Holy Spirit is upon him;
my prayers are always with him.
Jakarta - Easter, 2003
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